Mahala! Mahala!

The first of September marks a new orbit for my one and only sweet baby girl, Mahala. Love of my life. Incandescent beacon of light. Beloved creator of all her art. 

Her entrance in my life has anchored us to our lifetime vagabond homes, wherever in the world life brings us. Her presence is a constant source of delight and pride, awe and wonder, grace and glory. 

on one of our many memorable travels

As I was journaling this morning I listened to a new interview of Arundhati Roy - international literary star and vocal political activist - a woman of substance whose work Mahala and I admire deeply and read voraciously. 

fire in the hole

August has been a fierce and fiery month focused on shoring up a democracy under bad government. No matter where in the world it exists we the people are out in the streets standing up and giving voice to all crimes against all creatures. 

Most notably it is women who are the bravest resistance against the terrible behavior of predictably and mainly aging white coots who lay claim to what never has and never will be rightly theirs. 

We are not property or possessions to be overused, misused or abused. No! NO! Not ever!